After seeing a Muggle movie about America's Playground, Harry books a trip for him and his friends to have a bit of fun. However, lots of alcohol and girl you secretly love don't always mix well. Post Hogwarts Adventure

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"It's Vegas Baby, Vegas!" shouted
Harry like he'd heard in that Muggle movie he'd seen on TV the week
before. When he saw the place on TV he
had become so enamored with the place that he booked a three day, two night
stay for himself, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny.
Ever since the end of fifth year, Ginny had become more and more
ingrained into the group that now as adults there was very little they didn't
include her in. There was also the fact
that Harry was so desperately in love with her that he could not fathom going
anywhere without her. His standard
excuse at this point in time was simply that he needed someone to talk to while
Ron and Hermione were both in their own little world.

Ron and Hermione had only married
the year before and were still in that sickeningly sweet, sex all the time,
can't keep their hands off of each other stage and it was downright
annoying. At least it was to Harry and
Ginny.

There was also a very special
reason for this trip. Ron and Hermione
never got to go on a honeymoon and it was Ginny's 21st
birthday. Two birds with one stone was
the simple thinking on Harry's part. Of
course it wasn't easy to convince them to all to let him pay for the trip but
managed to play it off anyway.

However, Harry was not the best at
planning these sorts of things. He
booked everything the Muggle way, which left them all only a day to get their
passports, plane tickets, and every other thing they might need.

"Honestly Harry," chided Hermione
as they group ran through Heathrow
Airport, "You should have
planned this a bit better."

"It's called an impulse buy
Hermione, I didn't really think it through very well," said Harry, "It looked
fun so I bought the vacation package."

"But did you have to schedule for
us to leave two days later?" asked Hermione.

"Oh live a little Hermione," said
Ginny with a grin, "This should be a great adventure. I've never been to America before, this should be
great."

"Oh but America is amazing," said Hermione,
"There are so many famous magical historical sights to see. Why did you have to choose Vegas though, of
all the places we could have gone?"

"It's America's playground," said Harry,
"I wanted to play. You need to play
desperately. And Ron and Ginny could use
a little play time too. Besides, the
timing is perfect. Ginny has the week
off from the Healer
Academy. Ron and I are on leave from the Auror Academy
and Hogwarts is on Easter Hols so you don't have to teach."

Hermione just clucked her tongue
once. "That's no excuse for poor
planning."

"This is our plane," said Harry
noting they had arrived at the gate.

An hour later they were in the air,
first class of course thanks to Harry.
"And you're certain this thing is safe?" asked Ron for the one hundredth
time.

"Yes Ron, and it doesn't need magic
to do so," said Hermione.

"You'd have thought that they would
have stopped arguing so much now that they are married but it really just seems
to get worse," whispered Ginny to Harry.

"It would seem so," said Harry.

"So Harry, where are we staying
once we're in Vegas?" asked Ginny.

"The Bellagio, I saw a different
program that talked about the best hotels in the world and this one was in the
top ten," explained Harry, "I got us to penthouse suites. I hope you don't mind sharing with me Ginny
but I thought Ron and Hermione would like their own room."

"As long as I've got a bed to sleep
in I'm fine," said Ginny coolly.

"I don't know that we'll have much
time to sleep while we're there," said Harry, "I plan on partying the whole
time we're there."

"What will we do then?" asked Ginny
curiously. She really didn't know much
about Vegas at all.

"Gambling, drinking and umm . . .
did I mention gambling . . . oh and drinking," said Harry with a grin.

"I don't have money for all that
Harry," said Ginny slightly depressed.

"Oh yes you do," said Harry with a
grin, "I was going to wait until we get to the hotel but now is just a good a
time as any." Harry then grabbed his
carry on bag and opened it. From inside
he pulled out four large stacks of green pieces of paper, "These are American
dollars. This is for you," said Harry
handing her a stack of money and then throwing a pile to each Ron and
Hermione. "This is your gambling and
drinking money. This money is not to be
used for anything else but the aforementioned activities. You cannot use this money to go site-seeing,
you can use it to eat as long as you are drinking at the same time. These are the rules for this weekend. If the money is gone by the end of the
weekend it's gone. If there is any left
it is to be turned back into me at the end of the trip. If you happen to get lucky at the tables I
get half of your profits plus all of the initial investment back. Are there any questions?"

"Harry," shouted Hermione, "There
must be nearly twenty thousand dollars in each of these."

"That's exactly right," said Harry.

"How can you possibly afford this?"
asked Hermione.

"I have no life," said Harry
tragically, "So I can save my money pretty easily."

"You can't give us your life's
savings," protested Hermione.

"Hermione, it's not that much of my
savings really," said Harry sheepishly, "It's only a few hundred galleons
each."

"Harry, it's closer to two thousand
galleons each," said Hermione in her standard no-it-all voice.

"So what? It's just money, I can always make more,"
said Harry trying to change the topic, "beside, I already said that whatever
you don't spend you have to give back to me anyway."

"Come on Hermione, let Harry do
with his money what he wants," said Ron.
Ron and Harry were always extremely close, closer than Harry and
Hermione anyway. It was mostly because
of their time together at the Auror
Academy. As a result, Ron knew how much money Harry
really had in his vaults and for him to give each of them two thousand galleons
was really minor to how much he could have given. The fact was though that Harry didn't want
anyone to know how much he really had, not even Hermione. He would have told Hermione, but she probably
would have lectured him about how many good causes he should be giving his
money to.

There was also the public's
perception of him to consider. Despite
his wishes for privacy and to be left alone he never got it. He had a hard enough time meeting someone
that liked him for him, it could only get worse if they were to find out he was
extremely wealthy as well.

"I'll tell you what Harry," said
Ginny, "I'll only spend this money if you plan to help me the whole time."

"Deal," said Harry, "Ron, I'm sure
Hermione can help you out."

"Sure, thanks," said Ron before
laying back to catch some sleep.

"I think Ron's got the right idea,"
said Harry leaving Hermione no room for further argument as he leaned back to
sleep as well.

Harry and Ginny took the pair of
seats by the windows. Ginny wanted the
window seat so that she could see outside the plane as they went, plus she
wanted to see the 'strip' as they came into Vegas to land.

Harry managed to sleep for most of
the flight. About thirty minutes before
landing someone was shaking his shoulder to wake up.

"Excuse me sir," said the flight
attendant, "We'll be landing shortly, you might want to wake your wife up so
she can see the view."

"Oh, she's not my wife," said Harry
a little too quickly earning him a strange glance from the flight
attendant. Harry then looked toward
Ginny to see that she was sleeping.
Sleeping on his shoulder.
Sleeping and drooling on his shoulder.
And yet, Harry found her still to be very attractive not that he would
ever say so.

"Wha . . . ?" mumbled Ginny before
she shot up straight in a panic. It
wasn't until she saw Harry laughing that she realized she'd been had.

"Harry James Potter," she just
about yelled, "You gave me such an awful fright. I should kill you for that."

"Nah, too messy," said Harry,
"We'll be landing and you said you wanted to see the 'strip' as we came into
land right?" He then pointed out the window which was now showing bright with
all different neon lights from the street below.

"Wow, it's so pretty," said Ginny
in slight awe.

After an hour of passing through
customs and collecting their baggage they were finally on the way to their
hotel by way of Limousine, once more compliments of Harry.

"You're penthouse suite are across
from the hall from each other, Mr. Potter and Miss Weasley have the fountain
side room. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley are in
the scenic view room," explained the concierge as he showed them the way into
the rooms.

Harry and Ginny entered their room
and left Ron and Hermione to settle in.

"So, should we unpack or just get
straight to partying?" asked Harry.

"Party time," said Ginny with a
devious grin, "Let's see if Ron and Hermione want to join us."

"Sounds good," said Harry dropping
his bags and turning around to go back out the door followed closely by Ginny.

"Knock-knock," said Ginny as she
entered the still open door.

"Hey Ginny, have you looked in the
little fridge yet?" asked Ron, "They have everything in here to snack on and
tons of alcohol."

"Not yet Ron, goodness, we've only
just arrived," said Ginny, "Anyway, Harry and I were going to start our party
up, are you and Hermione coming along?"

"Nah, I think we're going to break
in the mattress a little first," said Ron.

"Ron, have a little tact, we don't
need to know that. A simple no would
have sufficed," said Harry disgusted, "Come on Gin, after hearing that I need a
stiff drink."

"Yeah," said Ginny.

A few minutes later Harry and Ginny
were in the bar just getting started.

"We have to toast," said Harry.

"To me then, it is my birthday,"
said Ginny.

"To Ginny," said Harry raising his
shot glass before downing the vile liquid.

"Now, to Harry for this splendid
birthday gift," said Ginny lifting the next shot glass in the air and downing
it with Harry.

"That's two down, and many more to
go," said Harry ordering up another shot.

"If I didn't know any better I'd
say you were trying to get me drunk Mr. Potter," said Ginny.

"I am," said Harry, "Along with
myself, it will make losing all this money that much easier."

"Well, then, to getting drunk and
losing all our money," said Ginny raising the next shot glass with Harry and
then downing the liquid quickly.

"It may not have the same kick as
Fire-Whiskey but it will get the job done," said Harry a bit loudly.

It did however catch the attention
of the Bartender, "Did I here you say Fire-Whiskey?"

"Umm, no . . . no you didn't," said
Harry trying to cover up though the bartender clearly didn't buy it.

"I haven't tasted that stuff since
I visited my brother Tom in England. Strong stuff that is," said the Bartender.

"Tom, as in Leaky Cauldron Tom?"
asked Ginny. It was clear now the
alcohol was starting to take effect.

"That's him, so I take it you're
not Muggles," said the Bartender.

"Nope," said Harry.

"Wonderful, I shouldn't do this but
if you feel like going to a real bar go grab a taxi and have him take you to
this address," said the bartender handing a slip of paper to Harry.

"Thanks, I think we'll do just
that," said Ginny taking the paper from Harry then grabbing his arm and
dragging him out of the bar and into a cab.

Thirty minutes later they were
dropped outside a worn down warehouse in what looked like an unfavorable
neighborhood.

"You folks sure you want to be
dropped off here?" asked the cabbie.

Harry could feel the wards on the
place so he answered, "Of course, we like a bit of thrill now and again."

The cabbie just shook his head and
mumbled, "Should have stayed in New
York with the normal weirdoes."

Harry paid the taxi as he and Ginny
got out of the cab together. Once the
cab was out of side that both walked through the wards to see not a warehouse
but what looked like a very busy wizarding nightclub.

"I think we're in the right place,"
said Ginny excitedly as she dragged Harry inside.

"First stop is the bar, I'm no
where near drunk enough to dance," said Harry taking command and leading Ginny
to the bar.

"Shall we stay with shots or mix it
up a bit?" asked Ginny.

"Shots, if we mix it up there is no
telling what could happen," said Harry.

Of course that rule only lasted for
five more shots. After that, it was
beer, liquor, magical potions, and the worst of all alcohol . . . TEQUILLA.

BREAK

"Ron, where could Ginny and Harry
have gotten to?" asked Hermione for the fiftieth time.

"How should I know? They said they were going to party. I'm guessing they are drunk off there asses
somewhere pissing away all of Harry's money.
We'll see them tomorrow I'm sure," said Ron who just saw his first all
you can eat buffet.

"Hermione, we're moving to Las Vegas," said Ron
looking over the selection of food available.

"Honestly Ron," said Hermione
shaking her head at her husband's eating habits.

"What? You managed to work me out and raise my
appetite. If you didn't want me to eat
so often maybe you should stop being so irresistible," said Ron in his defense.

Hermione blushed heavily as a
result signaling that Ron had one that fight.
Early in their dating relationship Ron learned that he could win the
occasional argument by complimenting her subtly or embarrassing her
slightly. It wasn't one hundred percent
but it was better than nothing.

"Fine, I suppose we can eat," said
Hermione with an exasperated sigh. Ron
knew that was her way of trying to reclaim a bit of the lost argument so he let
it go.

An hour later, Hermione was trying
to explain the ins and outs of gambling to her husband. She also went as far as to talk about the
odds of each game and all the other details.
She was a bit miffed when they did sit down to gamble to find out he was
winning a lot on his hunches and her statistics were losing more times than
not.

"If you keep that up you'll have
enough money to buy that house we've been looking at," said Hermione with a
slight smile.

"That's the plan," said Ron. It was then they received their first
complementary drink from the casino.
Unfortunately, it didn't stop at just one complementary drink. Soon they had received closer to twenty. It also seemed that the more Ron drank the
more money he gambled with each game and much to the hotels annoyance the more
he won.

BREAK

Harry woke up the next morning with
an absolutely splitting headache and absolutely no memory of anything that
happened after they arrived at that wizard club. Now that he thought about it he had
absolutely no idea where he was.

Knowing how much it would hurt he
cracked open one eye only to close it right away in pain from the bright
sunlight that was streaming through the window.
Slowly he brought one hand to his face to rub some of the sleep out of
it. He would have brought the other hand
up as well but at the moment entire other arm felt numb like he'd slept on it
wrong. It didn't really bother him as he
knew it would wake up again once he started moving.

Then he felt the oddest sensation
on his inner thigh as though something was rubbing against it. Thinking it must have been the sheet he
didn't give it a second thought. Or at least
he didn't until he felt something or rather someone hugging him tighter.

Oh
Merlin, how drunk was I last night? Harry asked himself.

Cautiously Harry tried to move the
arm he thought was asleep only to find that in reality someone was asleep on
it. Not only was someone asleep on his
arm but the person in question had no clothes on to speak of. Being curious as Harry naturally was he
explored the body with his hand praying to the powers that be that whoever it
was is a woman. When he felt a breast he
sighed in relief.

"Harry, that tickles," said an all
too familiar voice.

Harry's eyes shot open despite the
pain of his hangover and the blinding light.
Suddenly the details of the previous night were flooding back to
him. It all started in that club when
they started mixing drinks. Once Harry
was decidedly drunk enough he and Ginny started dancing and going with the flow
of the crowd around them the dancing was very risqué. Then he remembered kissing. At first it was just a simple kiss, and then
there was a second kiss that deepened and then a third kiss. Then a few more drinks and then complete
blackness.

Harry raised his head up painfully
to see a very naked Ginny Weasley sleeping against his very naked body.

"Oh dear," he said to himself out
loud.

Ginny then yawned and stretched her
free arm only to suddenly pause. Harry
could feel Ginny suddenly tense against his body.

"Oh no, what have I done?" she
asked not daring to look up.

"Not you," said Harry, "We, what
have we done?"

Ginny then ever so meekly lifted
her head to look at him but not say a word.

"Do remember anything from last
night?" asked Harry.

Ginny's eyes widened, "We were so
drunk and then we kissed and then we drank more and then . . . and then . . . I
don't remember."

"So there is a chance we didn't do
anything but sleep?" asked Harry hopefully.

"Yeah, maybe," said Ginny and then
looked at the night stand table, "No, I don't think so anymore," as she pointed
to the pile of condom wrappers."

"Oh dear," said Harry, "I'm so
sorry Ginny. I didn't mean to get that
drunk. Oh Merlin I'm so sorry Ginny."

"Me too," said Ginny trying not to
cry.

"I'm so sorry Ginny, don't cry
please. I didn't mean for this to
happen. I'm sorry if I ruined your first
time," Harry apologized repeatedly.

"It was your first time too wasn't
it?" asked Ginny.

"Yeah," answered Harry, "Still I'm
sorry. I know you wanted to wait until
you were married and with someone you were in love with."

Ginny didn't answer though she just
rolled away from him taking the bed sheet with her before running into the
bathroom.

Harry could here her crying on the
other side of the door. He shed a few
tears himself for his stupidity. He knew
it was his fault. He'd wanted to be with
Ginny for so long and being drunk just helped to push him along.

Harry wanted to run away from
her. How could he face her now? Harry got out of bed and started to get
dressed putting on his clothes from the night before. How he ended up in a tuxedo he didn't know or
care but that didn't stop him from putting on the pants, shirt, and jacket and
then rushing out of the hotel room.

"I need a drink," he said to
himself as he headed straight to the bar again.
It served two purposes, first to destroy his hangover by getting drunk
again and second to drink away his stupidity.

"Ah, back again lad?" asked the
bartender from the night before.

"Yeah," said Harry, "Give me
something strong that will completely obliterate my mind and make me useless
for the rest of my life."

"Why would you want to do something
like that?"

"I just woke up naked next to my
best friend's sister," said Harry, "I think that warrants a drink of that
nature."

"I think you might be right but you
may want to check your coat pocket there first," said bartender obviously
knowing something Harry didn't.

Harry checked the coat pocket and
pulled out an envelope, "What the hell is this?" He then opened the envelope and took out the
paper from inside, "You've got to be kidding me?"

"I saw the pair of you return last
night drunk as skunks all done up right," said the bartender, "I've seen it
hundreds of times before. Don't worry,
you can have it annulled this afternoon if you like."

"How the hell am I supposed to
explain this to her? How the hell do I
tell her that in our extreme drunkenness we went and got married?" asked Harry
much louder than he intended.

"Just tell her so you can get it
resolved right away," said the bartender.

"We didn't even go to the drive
through chapel," said Harry looking at the paper. The drive through chapel sounded like
something Harry and Ginny would have done because it would have been funny to
talk about later. "I've never even heard
of this chapel and I did my reading before coming to Vegas. I thought it would be funny to go see some of
them."

"Let's have a look," said the
bartender holding out his hand for the paper.

Harry handed it too him aloofly.

The bartender just laughed, "You're
screwed."

"Huh? Why's that?" asked Harry.

"You went to Wizard's Chapel you
dumbass," said the bartender.

"So, what's the difference?" asked
Harry.

"First, once you marry in a
wizard's ceremony you're married for life, no divorce or annulment
available. Second, you can only marry if
you pass all the tests. So, I'll say it
again, you're screwed."

"What?" demanded Harry, "How can
this be? It can't be right. There's just no way. I don't remember any test, what tests?"

"Personality, blood tests to make
sure you're a compatible couple and all that," said the bartender, "So,
congratulations on your marriage. Now I
suggest you inform your wife right away."

"Fuck," said Harry. It wasn't a word he used often but when he
said he really meant it.

"Yeah, you can do that too now,"
said the bartender with a grin.

"You're enjoying this way too
much," said Harry.

"It's one of the perks of the job
my boy," said the bartender with a chuckle.

Harry just down his shot and left
to talk with his new 'wife' about . . . well about everything he'd just
learned.

"Ginny," called Harry when he
re-entered the penthouse suite.

"Go away," said Ginny from inside
the bathroom.

"Ginny, we really need to talk
about this," said Harry.

"No we don't. We can just pretend it never happened. Now go away," replied Ginny curtly.

"Ginny, we really can't pretend it
never happened, especially after I just found a marriage certificate with both
of our names on it," said Harry getting slightly impatient.

The door to the bathroom suddenly
opened to reveal a red-eyed Ginny still wrapped up in a bed sheet.

"Hi," said Harry to her. It broke his heart to see her crying and now
she was married to him and probably didn't want to be.

"What are you talking about Harry?"

"Apparently after we were so
unbelievably drunk we decided to get married.
Not only did we get married in Las
Vegas but we just happened to go to a Wizard's
Chapel," said Harry. He figured Ginny
knew more about that than he did and judging by the way her eyes widened it was
decided that she knew exactly what it meant.

"Are you certain?"

Harry handed her the certificate
and walked away to lie on the bed.

"Oh Merlin," she said.

"Yeah," said Harry, "I'm so sorry
about this Ginny. It's all my fault and
now you're stuck with me even though you don't love me and . . . I'm just so
sorry Ginny."

"Well, at least I was married
before I had sex," said Ginny trying to smile but failing miserably.

"It's all my fault," said Harry, "I
shouldn't have been drinking so much, especially around you. I should have known I would have done
something so stupid when I was with you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"
asked Ginny angrily feeling as if he was blaming her.

"No, you misunderstand; it's not
your fault at all. I just should have
known that I wouldn't have been able to stop myself when I'm with you. My mind just turns off and my heart takes
over then I'm bound to do something stupid like this and ruin your life," said
Harry.

"I don't understand Harry, you're
not making any sense," said Ginny, "You need to explain this better. Why wouldn't you be able to stop yourself?"

"I just . . . I can't say," said
Harry not daring to meet her eyes for fear of what he would say.

"Tell me now," said Ginny fiercely.

"I wouldn't have been able to stop
myself because I've wanted . . . you for a long time," said Harry not daring to
look at her.

"You what?" asked Ginny in
disbelief, "How long Harry?" How long
have you wanted me exactly? Just since
last night, last week? When did you
decide that you wanted me?"

"Sixth year of Hogwarts," said
Harry ashamed, "I was scared then to lose you with everything happening with
Voldemort and then there was your family and especially your brothers. By the time it was safe for me to like you
we'd become such great friends that I was afraid of losing that. I'm sorry Ginny, I know you don't want this
and I would undo everything if I could but I can't. I'm so sorry."

"All this time," whispered Ginny,
"I thought you only saw me as a friend, nothing more. Still Ron's little sister and yet all this
time . . ."

"I know, I'm sorry," said Harry
trying to hold in his tears of sadness.

"You stupid prat," yelled Ginny,
"I've been bloody well in love with you since first year and only now when we
are already married do you tell me that you like me."

"I thought you got over me. Hermione told me so in fifth year," said
Harry.

"I gave up hope that you'd ever see
me as more than Ron's little sister. I
thought you only saw me as Ginny Weasley your friend. I never got over you. I bloody well loved you, still love you. Not the
bloody boy-who-lived but you, Harry Potter my friend," said Ginny nearly
shouting.

"So you still love me and I am
bloody well in love with you so what do we do now?" asked Harry.

"We're married, we're in love,
we've had sex at least once," said Ginny, "I think we should probably figure
out how to tell my parent and then look for a home together."